Gedicht
Slavko Jendričko
Intimate Lyricism
When I first ran away from homeyou buried the seed of death under the pillow
and took the linens out into the wind
breathed the bed’s light into your hands
and for a long time sifted it through your fingers.
While I was hitching a ride from the angels
you neither cooked nor washed
you lived just like the angels to whom I stuck
out my thumb.
Deep in the desert of stars
I thought about the pig
which you fattened full of mercy in the pigsty
and watched my head being shaved overnight.
© Translation: 2006, Tomislav Kuzmanović
Intimna lirika
Intimna lirika
Kada sam prvi put pobjegao od kućeispod jastuka zakopala si klicu smrti
i iznijela plahte na vjetar
izdahnula svjetlost postelje u šake
i dugo je prosijavala između prstiju.
Dok sam ja stopirao anđele na cesti
ti nisi kuhala ni prala
živjela si baš kao anđeli kojima sam dizao
palac u zrak.
Duboko u pustinji zvijezda
mislio sam na svinju
koju puna milosti toviš u svinjcu
i gledaš u moju preko noći obrijanu glavu.
© 2005, Slavko Jendričko
From: Kada prah ustaje
Publisher: MH Sisak, Sisak
From: Kada prah ustaje
Publisher: MH Sisak, Sisak
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Intimna lirika
Kada sam prvi put pobjegao od kućeispod jastuka zakopala si klicu smrti
i iznijela plahte na vjetar
izdahnula svjetlost postelje u šake
i dugo je prosijavala između prstiju.
Dok sam ja stopirao anđele na cesti
ti nisi kuhala ni prala
živjela si baš kao anđeli kojima sam dizao
palac u zrak.
Duboko u pustinji zvijezda
mislio sam na svinju
koju puna milosti toviš u svinjcu
i gledaš u moju preko noći obrijanu glavu.
From: Kada prah ustaje
Intimate Lyricism
When I first ran away from homeyou buried the seed of death under the pillow
and took the linens out into the wind
breathed the bed’s light into your hands
and for a long time sifted it through your fingers.
While I was hitching a ride from the angels
you neither cooked nor washed
you lived just like the angels to whom I stuck
out my thumb.
Deep in the desert of stars
I thought about the pig
which you fattened full of mercy in the pigsty
and watched my head being shaved overnight.
© 2006, Tomislav Kuzmanović
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